I don’t know what’s worse..
then an unrequited love
I avoid the sharp points
of your eyes all
the time
but you still
manage to run
me through
I didn’t know…
how infection spread
until your hips
moved with mine
and I guess you’re fine with
with leaving this here
a piece of paper folded
in a visor
picked up
put down
love’s never been anything
else for me
just a prayer from
unbelieving lips
knowing I
never had a fucking
chance or say or choice in
any of it.
I disagree with the poem's
I disagree with the poem's titlel The poem is powerfully poignant.
J-Called
I agree.
"I avoid the sharp points
of your eyes all
the time
but you still
manage to run
me through"
Wow!! Strongly emotive.